Wolfen Domination (4 page)

            She was huffing with effort as she rode him
faster and harder, trying to push him over the edge.  A husky chuckle of
satisfaction escaped her as she felt his cock jerk inside of her.  “That’s a
good little beast,” she murmured. “Give it to me.”

            The taunting note in her voice penetrated his
absorption in attaining release.

            “Erin will be relieved to know she won’t have to
milk you herself next time.  As devoted as she is to the project, she’s
repulsed at having to actually fuck one of you creatures to gather specimens.”

            He lost his erection so abruptly his head swam
sickeningly from the sudden shift in blood flow.

            The cold bitch humped him several more times
before it dawned on her that she was trying to ride a wet noodle.  She slipped
back on his thighs, staring down at his flaccid member in stunned disbelief for
several moments before she uttered a growl of rage and slid off him.

            After glaring at him furiously for a handful of
seconds, she stalked beyond his range of vision.  He heard the hiss as the dart
was released a split second before he felt the prick of the injection.  For
once relief hit him as the tranquilizer kicked in and oblivion consumed him.

* * * *

            Without even opening his eyes, Jesse knew from
the pain he woke to that he had been manacled to the pulley again, chained as
he had been so long that he had lost all track of time.

            It was a pain of a different kind that consumed
him, though, that stirred his beast to life.

            Rage sent him into a frenzy of desperate lunges
against his chains, so much fury that he felt for many moments that he could
break them, silver or not.  He subsided after a while, not because his wrists
were raw and bleeding, not because the pain scouring his insides was any less,
but because he no longer had the energy to struggle.

            She was just like the others.  He’d allowed
himself to be conned by the empathy he had believed he had seen in her eyes, by
her gentleness.  He had allowed his desire for her to weaken his mind and leave
him wide open to seduction.

            He’d been right about her being drugged.  He’d
just been wrong about the reason for it.

            It infuriated him that he had been willing to do
anything to protect her from them, endure the touch of that female, give them
the seed they had been trying so hard to steal from him, when all the while she
was working with them, as much a part of his torment as the cold hearted bitch
he hated so badly.

            They would do well to keep her away from him.  If
they sent her again he would wrap his chains around her throat and choke the
life out her, he promised himself.

            In spite of the promise, when the door opened
some time later, he felt his body quicken with desire and gladness, hopeful as
ever that it was her--Erin.  A guard stepped through the opening.  Settling a
tray on the spot they’d marked on the floor that was close enough he could
reach it when the chains slackened, but not close enough for him to launch an
attack otherwise, the guard retreated.

            As soon as the door closed and the lock clicked,
he heard the whir above him and the chains went slack.  He made no attempt to
reach the food.  Sometimes he was allowed to.  At others he was only taunted
with it and the chains would jerk taut as he reached for the tray.

            He knew that was the cold hearted bitch.  She
seemed to take delight in tormenting him endlessly, maliciously.

            He hadn’t known why he was taken at first.  They
hadn’t tried to explain, hadn’t made any attempt to reason with him.  They had
treated him like an animal from the beginning, a dangerous animal, with no
reasoning skills.  It had become abundantly clear very quickly, however, that
it was his seed they were after, and it hadn’t taken much of a leap to figure
out that whatever they had in mind to do with it, it wasn’t something he was
going to like.

            They could not have reasoned with him.  The fact
that they’d captured him alone was enough to preclude any interest he might
have had in cooperating with them.  The military aspect of the place had only
sealed his opposition.

            Regardless, he had endured more than mere
detached, clinical study.  That would have been uncomfortable enough, probably painful,
but his treatment had gone well beyond that--and there had been no doubt in his
mind that the woman he knew only as the cold bitch was behind it.  There was
malice in her eyes whenever he saw her.  She was aroused when she was around
him, and more aroused when she had mind fucked him, or inflicted pain.  The
more he resisted her attempts to milk him of his seed, the more he endured in
repercussions.

            After a time, it seeped into his mind that he
needed the food to maintain his strength.  He’d been on a forced fast so long
that he’d passed beyond hunger into nausea at the thought of eating, and he was
reluctant to give the cold bitch the satisfaction of snatching it out of his
reach, but he needed it.  If there was any chance at all that he could escape,
he needed to keep his strength up.

            Hesitantly, he moved as close to the tray as he
could, tense, expecting the chains to jerk taut at any moment.  When they
didn’t, he managed to catch the edge of the tray with his toes and drag it
closer.  He bent finally to retrieve it, only to discover that the chains were
just taut enough that he could barely brush the edges of the tray with his
fingertips.

            She amused herself for a while by letting out the
slack and jerking the chains tight again when he tried to grab the tray.  He
glanced up at the camera eye stonily the third time, suppressing his fury with
an effort.  Abruptly, the chains when completely slack.

            He waited, certain that if he tried to reach his
food again he would be jerked upward to dangle above the floor where he could
only stare at the food beyond his reach.  When several minutes had passed and
the chains didn’t so much as creak, he made a dive for the food and wolfed it
down quickly before she could jerk the chains and make him drop it.

* * * *

            “Doctor Wagner!” Freda exclaimed as if pleasantly
surprised by his sudden appearance, hitting the release on the pulley abruptly
as the man poked his head into the observation room door. “What brings you
down?”

            To her relief, he didn’t seem to have noticed
what she’d been doing.  Plainly, he was too excited by his thoughts to notice
much of anything. “I just wanted to have a look at the subject to see how he’s
doing.”

            Freda gestured toward the observation window. 
“As you can see, he seems to have decided to eat.  I was growing concerned
about his refusal,” she lied smoothly.

            Wagner clasped his hands behind his back, rocking
on his heels as he watched the creature below.  He shook his head.  “It amazes
me that they seem so human at times.  And yet, observe the way he gulps his
food.”

            “Trust me, he’s more beast than man, whatever his
appearance.”

            “That’s not altogether a bad thing, though, is
it?  Do you think we’ll be able to collect another specimen tomorrow?”

            A flicker of dismay went through her as she
remembered she’d let her temper get away from her and taunted him about Erin. 
Belatedly, she realized it might not work to send the cunt in again.  If the
rage she’d seen in his eyes was any indication, he was more likely to kill the
bitch than fuck her senseless.  She forced a confident smile.  “I’m sure we
won’t have any trouble at all from here on out.”

* * * *

            Jesse knew what was coming the moment the
injection surged through his blood and a red haze of lust washed over him
instead of unconsciousness.  He’d suspected as much when he and his cage had
been thoroughly hosed down, but then the stench of rotting food had grown so
pervasive that he wasn’t certain but what they had simply decided they couldn’t
take the smell anymore.  They had no compunction about forcing him to live like
an animal, no consideration for his revulsion of the filth, nor any apparent
concern for the health hazards of the conditions.  The toilet in the corner
seemed almost as much a taunt as the infrequent feedings.  He was only allowed
access to it once a day.  The rest of the time he either dealt with the
discomfort or relieved himself on the floor if he couldn’t bear it any longer--not
that that was anything he had to worry about very often.  He was lucky if he
got fed once a day, and he only got water when he was fed.  He lived on the
edge of dehydration.

            He had to wonder how they thought he could
produce their fucking specimens even if he’d wanted to without a decent intake
of fluids.  He could barely piss.

            Despite every effort to focus on anything other
than the drug creeping through him, he felt it winding tighter and tighter
through him, felt his self-control slipping.

            He shook his head, as if he could shake the
effect of the drug off by doing so, gritted his teeth as he felt his balls
tighten and his cock become semi-erect.  He was lowered until his feet touched
the cold, still wet floor.

            The wheel above him stopped.

            They knew he was just waiting for the opportunity
to kill whoever walked through the door.

            He leaned back against the wall, allowing his
head to loll against his shoulder, struggling to allow the appearance of being
firmly under the influence of the drug without actually allowing it to control
him.

            The door opened.  He knew even before he opened
his eyes that it was Erin they’d shoved into the room.  Her scent hit him even
before he realized he’d detected it and his body spiraled out of his control.

            She was drugged.

            She was also naked.

            He forgot all about trying to feign the level of
the drug’s control.  His gaze moved over her hungrily, devouring every inch of
exposed flesh as if he could touch and taste her even from across the room.

            The scent of her arousal drew his gaze to the
thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.  His cock responded by engorging so
rapidly with blood that darkness swirled around him.

            It took every ounce of will power that he could
summon to tear his gaze from her cunt.

            His eyes locked on her face as he struggled to
call forth his beast, to resurrect the fury he had felt toward her since the
cold bitch had taunted him with her deception.

            Even with his own mind reeling from the
injection, though, his body screaming with the need to yield to his urges, he
could tell by the way she was moving that she was scarcely aware of where she
was and, briefly, it flickered through his mind to wonder how willingly she
worked with them if they had to drug her to send her in to collect the specimen.

            But then the cold bitch had said she could barely
stomach coupling with him because she thought of him as an animal.

            She looked up at him at that moment.  Her eyes,
already dark with desire, grew darker still, glazed.  She moved toward him
unsteadily.

            He stiffened as she nuzzled her face against his chest,
trying to brace himself, trying to hold on to the anger he’d managed to summon.

            She began stroking him with her hands, rubbing
her body against him.  “Jesse,” she crooned breathily, curling her fingers
around his cock and making his belly clench spasmodically.  “I need this.  I
hurt.  Please, Jesse.”

            He ground his teeth, squeezing his eyes tightly
as pleasure akin to pain went through him.  Mindless, driven purely by
instinct, he reached for her.  The chains thwarted him, jerking his mind back
to his goal.

            He didn’t want to fuck her.  He wanted to
throttle her.

            He was almost relieved when she ceased to stroke
his cock, sliding her hands upward along his body.  The relief was short
lived.  She slipped her arms around him, plastering her body against his.  A
groan escaped him in spite of all he could do as she curled around him, pressing
her hips rhythmically against him so that he could feel the moist heat of her
cleft teasing his cock.

            He held his breath.  He struggled with his beast.

            He lost control as she grasped his cock and
pushed it between her thighs.  Uttering a guttural growl, he began moving in
counter to her thrusts, trying to push his cock inside of her when he could get
no leverage to do so.  The effort cost him, drove him beyond the ability to
reason.  The certainty hit him that, like the food and water he was taunted with
and not allowed to taste, the cold bitch had deviced a new torment for him, to
tease him with Erin, her smell, her touch, with the possibility of assuaging
his need for her and dangle it just out of reach.

            He strained against the manacles again, this time
with no goal in mind other than penetration.  He scarcely noticed the abrupt
release of the chains beyond the fact that his efforts to grab her were
rewarded.  He dug his fingers into her buttocks, bending his knees and driving
upward as he pulled her thighs apart.  His cock slipped along her cleft, just
barely penetrating the opening of her body.  It was enough, though, to send him
over the edge.  Seizing her, he turned as he lifted upward for leverage, braced
her against the wall drove into her in a series of desperate lunges.  A shudder
went through him as he felt her moist heat closing around him.